Nettlemuck Quotes & Sayings
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Morrissey writes wonderful song titles, but sadly he often forgets to write the song. — Elvis Costello
I'd lived the lives of each character within the walls of my bedroom. — Brittainy C. Cherry
Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless supply of those. — Cornelia Funke
Where you are is what you eat. When I'm in London I'll have beans on toast for lunch. On holiday - what? Tapas? Go on then I'll have a bit. You eat whatevers in that area. — Karl Pilkington
May I say, if you were suddenly put into a woman's body, wouldn't you be slightly interested in your breasts, and why people look at certain parts of you, and why certain parts move like they do? — Kristen Johnston
Love comes into being through useful service to others. — Emanuel Swedenborg
I can conceive few human states more enviable than that of the man to whom, panting in the foul laboratory, or watching for his life under the tropic forest, Isis shall for a moment lift her sacred veil, and show him, once and for ever, the thing he dreamed not of; some law, or even mere hint of a law, explaining one fact; but explaining with it a thousand more, connecting them all with each other and with the mighty whole, till order and meaning shoots through some old Chaos of scattered observations. — Charles Kingsley
Something will pop up in my head. It could be like the weirdest thing. Like all'a sudden like I have like a jumping banana in my head. — Ryan Lochte
That's just how time travel looks like to the untrained eye. The reason why there aren't more travelers is that your average physicist refuses to be eaten by a giraffe in the name of science. — Bradley Sands
As long as you believe it is impossible, you close your mind to understanding it. — Robin Hobb
He looked the way I felt around Delia: as if a second sun was growing underneath my breastbone, a secret I could barely conceal. — Jodi Picoult